Thomas Sangster Imagines/Oneshots

Fireworks~(Thomas Sangster x Reader)

(A/N): Happy Fourth Of July 2019 everybody! Just a 'short' holiday imagine!<3

*Fluff*

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"Thomas! Come watch the fireworks!" You cheered, too giddy to keep waiting for Thomas to pull out a surprise, sitting in an open field in the park on a red checkered blanket, around the time the fireworks would be prettiest. You eagerly checked your watch.

11:03pm.

Thomas had planned a very pleasant surprise for the both of you at the local park. He had planned a midnight picnic, along with your favorite drinks of alcohol to celebrate the holidays with you.

You turned around impatiently, shaking your foot, excitedly waiting for Thomas. "Thomas? What are you doing?" You laughed, quickly pulling yourself up from the picnic blanket, your feet crunching in the fresh grass under the cover.

Thomas had his infamous brown jacket on, covering his upper half, one he had gotten from one of his favorite film projects, buttoned to the top as he turned to you, carrying something. "(Y/N)! Go sit back down! I have a surprise for you!" He smiled, unable to keep a laugh from escaping his throat upon seeing your impatient face.

The lines in his face were adorable, even in the odd lighting, you thought brightly.

You reluctantly turned around, smirking, crossing your arms over your chest, still standing. "Okay then." You tapped your foot in place, hearing Thomas shuffle as he searched through the small picnic basket he had brought, hearing the sound of glass bottles clank.

You giggled, tapping your foot against the ground faster. "Hurry up, Thomas. I miss you." You sighed jokingly, exaggerating, almost turning around.

"I'm right here, love. I'll always be." You could hear the smile in his voice as you blushed, opposite of your joking tone. He had planned this whole thing after all. The cheesy bastard, you thought, rolling your eyes and smirking.

"Can you close your eyes for me, darling?" He asked, the sound of shifting and beer bottles clinking ceasing. He grew quiet, the only audible sounds being his footsteps against the bare grass. You lightly closed your eyes, folding your hands in front of you.

You felt his presence in front of you. "Ok, open them." You heard his voice quietly say. Light poured through your vision as sparks flew. Literally.

Thomas was smiling brightly, his brown eyes looking at you with so much love in them that you couldn't hold back your blush. He was holding two sparklers in each hand by his thumb and forefinger, careful to hold them away from his face. Ironically, he was wearing a tank top, the armholes around one size too big for him, that had the American flag on it, despite him being British. You laughed.

"Happy Fourth Of July, love." He smiled.

"Awwe, my little American boy." You put a hand to your mouth, unable to keep the smile at bay. So much it hurt. You felt yourself holding back tears of joy as he always did adorable things like this. How did you get so lucky again?